I can't let this turn into a bitchfest.
Well, I can, but it's not what I want to give you. I'd love to fill your brain with thoughts that are brilliant, inspiring, and even esoteric...but the truth is, sometimes I just feel the overwhelming urge to bubble over.
I am still fuming at the dentist's office, which called to remind us of our appointments Saturday at noon. Our appointments were at one, and at noon, we were both skipping merrily around the world, oblivious.
True, we could track our own calendars. But when we have to make appointments 4 months in advance because they are so busy, wouldn't it be prudent (or just semi-intelligent) to ring oh, a DAY in advance?
Apparently that would be too difficult. The pisser is, I like the dentist. But the staff, they need to do something with the sweet air they're hiding in the back.
But enough of that. I'm itchy tonight.